After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The chill grew stronger late at night, and it seemed as if it was going to snow.

The silence in the side rooms of the courtyard was eerily quiet.

A quarter of an hour later, there was a noisy commotion coming from the northeast corridor.

I guess Xie Wuai succeeded successfully.

Only then did A Bao follow Xuan Ji, pretending to be gentle and following Fat Zheng.

After successfully entering the woodshed in the backyard, Xuanji secretly held Fat Zheng hostage, while Abao carefully examined the gunpowder boxes stacked in the four corners of the woodshed.

The barbarian man spoke fluent Daqi dialect.

"Why did Master Zheng come here suddenly?"

"These thunder bombs are so important. Before the operation on the Quliang River Monument tonight, I have to ensure that they can be successfully detonated!" Fat Zheng read out the script and repeated, "This girl is very knowledgeable about thunder bombs. Let her take a look."

The sturdy barbarian looked at Abao hesitantly.

"But Patriarch Pei ordered that no one should touch them."

How should you refute such an answer?

Fat Zheng had never been taught this before and was stunned for a moment.

A Bao glanced coldly at the gunpowder boxes in the woodshed: "Just now, Master Zheng said that these thunder bombs have been stored here for eight or nine days, but it has been damp and cold in the south of the Yangtze River in recent days. If the thunder balls are contaminated by the moisture, how many lives do you have to bear the consequences of not being able to detonate?!"

The barbarian man was not stupid. He thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.

"I'm holding the fuse! You better not do any tricks, little girl!"

This warning threat had no deterrent effect on Po.

She picked out the nearest box of thunder bombs, opened it and examined it carefully, but her heart grew heavier and colder.

These gunpowders are indeed thunder bombs.

But the amount of sulfur was wrong.

And this means that all the gunpowder in the firewood room are duds.

Suddenly, an idea struck Po.

The barbarian man agreed to let her check because he was worried that the thunder bomb could not be detonated.

So, he must have thought that the thunderbolt was real.

Only then will you hold the idea that they must explode.

Therefore, it is impossible for the barbarian warriors to use dumb mines as a pretext to scare people.

So, when did the dumb thunder become fake?

"Has anyone touched these thunder bombs in recent days?" A Bao asked coldly.

The barbarian man was alert: "I was guarding here all the time! You are the only one who touched me!"

Hearing this, A Bao hesitated, wondering if something had happened during the transportation of the Thunder Bomb?

But on the road, it was impossible to reduce the amount of gunpowder and sulfur in an entire woodshed.

Unless, from the very beginning, it has already been...

His mind raced, and A Bao suddenly felt a chill on his fingertips.

She had been missing someone all along.

That year, Xiao Yunzheng joined the Southern Xinjiang Army.

He won the tragic Battle of Tonglu and became famous overnight.

He is quite famous in the Southern Xinjiang Army.

The Jiangnan military camp also belongs to the Southern Xinjiang Army.

Now, if Xiao Yunzheng wanted to transfer a batch of fake thunder bombs from the gunpowder factory in the Jiangnan military camp, it would be a piece of cake.

But she didn't understand when Xiao Yunzheng joined forces with Pei Nanshan?

Why did they create a fake thunder bomb?

"What my prince said is really true." A Bao deliberately mentioned the word "prince". "The thunder bombs from the Gunpowder Courtyard are indeed excellent."

Fat Zheng heard this and was puzzled: "You..."

"Master Zheng, I will go back to the palace and report the situation of the thunder bomb to the prince." A Bao interrupted Fat Zheng with a smile, and then examined the barbarian man inconspicuously.

Sitting in a full powder box, unafraid of death.

The barbarian man suddenly said: "Wait!"

A Bao paused and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

The ferocious barbarian stared at her, as if he had been reminded of something.

Suddenly, he became hesitant: "Give this wolf tooth to your son."

Hearing this, A Bao stepped forward and took the wolf fang handed over by the barbarian man.

But he pleaded in his eyes and said very seriously: "Please convince Master Xiao to give it to my Yi Ya. Just like you, I also love my Yi Ya deeply."

"I can die, but I just want her to live."

A Bao was completely confused.

Unexpectedly, the barbarian warriors would not stop until their words shocked the world.

"I beg you, you are the sweetheart of Prince Xiao, you can definitely do it."

At this moment, Abao was shocked: "Ah?"

Bao took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.

In any case, since the barbarian man mentioned Prince Xiao, it confirmed her guess.

Could it be that Pei Nanshan’s chosen ally was not Princess Xiao, but Xiao Yunzheng?

But why is this so?

A Bao suddenly felt dazed and at a loss.

Xiao Yunzheng has been acting mysteriously these days, she should have guessed it long ago!

After a pause, A Bao's expression suddenly changed. Oh no! Xie Wuai!

Xie Wuai led Xiao Jianghe into the Xiao Palace from the northeast corner. If Xiao Yunzheng was waiting for him and had a backup plan, wouldn't Xie Wuai be walking into a trap? !

A Bao felt cold in his heart and turned around and ran away.

But Xuanji also had a bad feeling and ran even more frantically than her.

She walked through the messy and bloody ground in the courtyard, passed through the eerie corridor where dark shadows were everywhere and ghosts were howling, and saw Xuan Ji from afar.

Xuanji fell to the ground beside the bluestone archway in the backyard of the palace.

A Bao felt chilled to the bone, and every part of his body was in a state of panic.

"Xuan Ji! Retreat quickly!!"

After falling down suddenly, A Bao stumbled and got up again, rushed to Xuan Ji, but heard Xuan Ji raising her hand and pointing into the distance, stammering.

"He He……"

In the royal palace that had just experienced a massacre and filled with corpses, Xiao Yunzheng, dressed in mourning clothes, with a hemp scarf on his head and holding a bloody sword, turned around.

Those eyes were like old trees withered in the snow.

In the scarlet blood-red sky, there is no light and no brightness.

The first snow of this winter fell and fell into a pool of blood.

A Bao suddenly stopped and was in a trance for a moment.

"Xiao Yunzheng! Are you crazy?!"